Within the walls of an abandoned café, a scheme begins to form, the take down of one of the most prominent figures of the city’s underworld will soon go underway. Preparations are happening, and you’re at the heart of it. After your short date with Celia concluded, she asked for a favor, to force her biological father to face justice: the head of the mafia, <span class="mu-s">Gianluigi Youhao</span>. You’ll be handsomely repaid for your efforts.
<span class="mu-s">The assault team</span> consists of 5 key members: You, Aurora Dewitt, Charlotte ‘Crossbill’ Summers, Celia Youhao (?), and Beanie Hedgehog.
<span class="mu-s">Beanie Hedgehog</span> consists of 4 key members: A Beanie Hedgehog doll, Veranica Mouseson, Liu Yeong, and Lydie Zexian all inside a trench coat.
During your review of the potential threats, it was revealed that one of the biggest ones is the man you defeated in a Go-Kart race, ‘Titan #1’ <span class="mu-s">Jielun Zexian</span> is Loud Lydie’s brother. Small world.
Shortly after a barrage of questions for the Golden Peak Academy Ace (that went unanswered), the second degree sisters returned to get up to speed with what had been discussed.
To recap quickly, the three threats discussed so far are:
-Former Assembly Member and Current Ka-Shing lackey — <span class="mu-s">Joe Riddle.</span>
-Former Assembly Member, Former Prisoner who you liberated during the raid, and Supposed Member of the Youhao Clan — <span class="mu-s">Sasha Langdon.</span>
-Lydie’s brother, Big Cinephile, and the Number 1 Titan of the Youhao Clan — <span class="mu-s">Jielun Zexian</span>.
What a cast. Good thing that you (potentially) don’t have to deal with them. Either way, the meeting continues!
“Why did everyone act like I was done explaining?!” Vera was caught in the middle of her explanation.
“<span class="mu-i">Huh?!</span> <span class="mu-s">My</span> brother wasn’t the main dish?! This is beyond disrespectful, Veranica.” Lydie feels insulted.
“Uhm, and well, Rora and Celia showed up. We had to start from the beginning.” <span class="mu-i">Resting Laptop Table</span> Liu says.
“I still can’t believe we’re sisters!” Aurora is hugging Celia like trying to make up for the lost years.
“Y-You’re so clingy. And, to be clear, I didn’t know either...” Celia grumbles. “Still, we’re not blood related.”
“I already told you, if you’re sis with Gisella and Pammachio, you’re sisters with me!” Rora scolds.
“<span class="mu-i">W-Why do I feel like the younger sibling…?</span>” Celia uses her third beanie to hide her embarrassment.
“I feel like I missed an emotional moment...” You wanted to watch it...
“Let’s go full throttle so we don’t miss anything else!” Crossbill wants everyone to focus. “Who wants to take it from here?”
You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got there.
You'd probably be <span class="mu-s">royally fucked</span> if it weren't for the fact that you happen to be carrying <span class="mu-s">three things</span> with you.
<span class="mu-i">What three things are you carrying? (one item at a time)</span>
It’s when I’m contemplating the optimal way of wasting my life away that there’s a knock on my office door.
“Come in,” I grumble, threading the slightest bit of power to the sigil on my left pointer. You can never be too cautious.
The door swings open, and in steps a woman wearing a sundress with enough color to give me an instant headache. I note she has four arms, four eyes, and skin leaning on a purple hue. Must be some type of Arachne, then, but the specifics of her parentage aren’t exactly my problem. She steps right up to my desk, fearless, and graces me with a smile rife with one too many fangs.
I thread just a teensy, tiny bit more power into my defenses. Just in case.
“Hullo, mister wizard!” The woman says in a voice a touch shriller than I expected. “My name’s Gina, I saw the papers you placed around town regarding your services, and I wish I could’ve greeted you earlier, oh, but I’ve been so busy the last week. I adore new arrivals, and magic, and–”
“Yeah, hello to you too.” I wave a hand to stop her rambling before it splits my poor head open. “You got a magic problem that needs fixing, or…?” I stare up at her.
Gina pauses for a moment, brain rebooting - if she even has one - and smiles wider. “Oh, yes, yes indeed I do! You see, there’s been something strange happening! I run a clothing shop down the street, and I’ve been hearing the strangest noises. It’s like something’s scampering around, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t even catch a glimpse of whatever it might be. I’m worried something sinister might be stalking around. Is it possible your magic might be able to sniff out the perpetrator? I can pay!”
A rat? Is that what she wants me to deal with; a wizard, formerly of the Star Circle, reduced to dealing with rodents? I briefly wonder what my mentor would think of me now… if they even deigned to think of me at all after the incident.
I look to Gina and…
>Agree because I might want to do a good thing.
>Agree because I need the money.
>Agree… but first I’m hiking up the price as far as I can. A wizard’s gotta eat.
>Question her. Why should a wizard like me deal with what might just be a wild animal? That’s a job for the town’s Paladin squad, not me.
>Disagree. I’m not in the mood for some menial task, even if there’s money involved.
Rain filters in through the ceiling, sliding along the support beams in just such a way it misses the numerous pots, pans, and cups scattered around the delipidated apartment and is readily sucked into the mouldy carpet. Which is then again immediately transferred to a new object: your sock. Your very next steps now all dotted with a wet squelch.
"Argh!" You cry, as you balance on one foot to pull the sock of the other, only for said wet sock to cozy up to the business end of the cigarette you had tucked between two fingers, providing a new, enticing after-taste to the familiar menthol as you unknowingly take a drag. "Huurhg!"
It might've been a week or so since you had washed that sock.
How had it come to this?
Well, the demon king lost against The Seven Braves. A poor title for a bunch of delinquents that jumped a guy seven to one. They murdered their way deep into the demon capital, defeated all the bureaucrats present, and killed the ministers while shouting inane things like "Die Heavenly Generals!"
They hadn't been generals and they certainly hadn't been heavenly.
They were butchered all the same and all branches of government were eradicated over the span of a few days. After performing what amounts to genocide, the "Saintes" had the gall to clasp her still-bloody hands together, bat her eyelashes, and say things like "No, we can't kill them all, that would make us just like them!"
And so the remaining demons, conveniently all of middle-rank and lower, were accepted as refugees into human society. What's that? You want to stay here in the demon lands? I see. Hmm? That demon from earlier? Oh, they fell into the river. Yes, lost all their limbs along the way. Wild, isn't it? Anyway, safety and a bright future awaits you in the human nation of Lightsong!
A few decades have passed since then, demons were by and large limited to awful jobs that made little to no money. The timing of the demons' arrival had been amazingly convenient, just as human society was entering an industrial golden age that required a massive labour force. Truly, the stars aligned for humanity.
The era of sword, shield, and spell has long since passed into history. Few still practice the ancient, magical arts, but demand has somewhat diminished now that you can barely chant out the first seven incantations of a spell before a newly arrived bullet in the brain informs you that you shouldn't bother with final three.
Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
Miles of highway condense together in your head as you watch the yellow lines pass under you. You hated long drives, especially with passengers that don’t appreciate your music taste. You reached into the console and pulled out your pack of cigarettes with the lighter inside. You put the last cigarette in your mouth and tried to light it but with no success. “Almost got it,” you whispered to no one in particular. You kept steering with one hand as you grabbed the lighter and lit it, letting the smoke escape out the slightly cracked window. You were almost coordinated enough to use your telekinesis to smoke. To your right sleeping in the passenger seat was your resident telepath, Denise. Sprawled out in both seats behind you was the precog, Cassandra. That’s how you knew it would be an uninteresting trip, based on how relaxed she looks. It was just going to be a routine mission, a snatch and grab. You didn’t care for the details of who you were kidnapping, you only knew he was a natural psychic. He must have been caught in the act of using it, intentionally or not. About one percent of the population are born with a certain organ attached to their brain stem known as the Sigmata. Most who have it won’t even realize they are mutants with its effect being so weak. The powerlifter who unknowingly channels telekinesis into his muscles to help with his lift or the charismatic celebrity who everyone loves for no particular reason, both examples of natural born psychics that are harmless. They can still far outperform any non-mutant but have modest achievements and don’t break the veil of secrecy. On the other hand there are some psychics who have to be controlled, the pyromaniac who realizes if he focuses enough he can start a flame with his mind or the dictator who could compel people to commit genocide with his voice alone. To make these people disappear is the job of the secret government organization known as the Department of Psychic Studies.
Guide your Schizo to Greatness or imprisonment within a mental health facility or both! You are an anonymous young man in his 20s who has recently come down with schizophrenia and your job is to guide this youth towards a number of different paths all up to you the voters!
Have him go down the old boring route as a homeless vagrant or have him become a Orthodox Christian monk living in a monastery or turn him into a radical Satanic right wing insurgent or make bank as a lolcow...the possibilities are endless and all up to YOU!
(How this works is that I will present a list of options which you choose and vote for as a collective or you can submit your own option/action/event and vote for that and the ones with the most votes wins! I will check this every day or 24 hours and thus voting closes once I put up a new post!)
You've been going about your daily routine, taking care of chores, schooling and/or work, going about your life as a daily cog in the machine of society when SUDDENLY....you begin hearing voices...strange voices.....voices which frighten you.
Choose the nature of your auditory hallucinations:
A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercy
B.) Demonic: The voices are gnashing of teeth and screeches of rage, they whisper such deviant things into your ear, things which frighten (and at some base level, intrigue) you.
C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?
D.) Paranoid: The voices take the form of hearing others whisper your demise, hearing secret codes, seeing secret symbols and language among innocuous things.
Updates will be attempted every 2 days! Ideally, I will be back to daily updates by the end of this thread. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.
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<span class="mu-i">Within the Year of Our Lord, 1884, upon a world quite similar to our own, all civilization is at war with a peculiar breed of creature...</span>
...all civilization, that is, save for Walter Buchanan and his companions. Walter, an aspiring naturalist, sees the good in these creatures: these demons of earth and sky, able to command the very heavens themselves, privy to the inner thoughts of man and the very souls that animate them. He has tamed four such creatures, all of whom walk by his side: Aster, his flaming foal; Mary, his electric sheep; Taylor, his silk-spinning caterpillar compatriot; Florian, his aromatic flower sprite.
These creatures, whom he dubs "neofauna," are not his only company. Walter is further joined by two human travelers: Thomas J. Steele, a businessman and state representative of Indiana, and "Andrew," a former buffalo hunter now employed as Steele's own bodyguard. All three of these men share a common cause: a desire to return to the East Coast.
This trio is further bound together not only by shared experience, but by their shared allegiance to the Staters: a movement led by a group of rebellious Californians looking to upend the most recent state governor, C. P. Huntington, for his atrocities against the state of California. The treacherous governor has used the state militia to launch a coordinated raid on the Staters' former headquarters, and suspicions abound that he is now responsible for multiple deaths within the movement-- deaths which the Stater's stalwart leader, Aaron Muyr, now seeks to avenge...
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